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A Superior Ride

... on Superior have you Amy?” “No, but who is going to sail this boat?” “Me!” Mike boasted. “Are you nuts Mike? You don’t know how to sail,” Jennifer said in a concerned voice. “I sure do!” Mike argued. “I have been crewing for Bob for the last two months...” “Crewing, cranking up a sail, is not sailing Mike,” said Jenn - the skepticism obvious in her voice. “Hey, Bob has been teaching me. He thinks I am ready to solo! Besides, you know how he loves that boat - he never lends it to anyone. He trusts me!” Mike roared with confidence. “You ever think maybe he is trying to kill you?” Jenn inserted. “Maybe this is his way to get the entire firm - all from a tragic boating accident!” Jenn laughed and then turned to me and said, “Be sure to bring a life jacket and a raft Amy.” “Come on ladies, let’s go to dinner. I am hungry!” Mike got up and went inside. ****** After a great dinner and a couple of bottles of a really superb cabernet, we headed back home. Out on the deck, Mike poured us each a small glass of Limoncello, topping off the perfect evening. After Mike quickly downed the liqueur, he said, “Well ladies, I am off check on the weather for tomorrow’s sail and get to bed early. It’s great to have you back with us Amy, see you in the morning.” “You are supposed to sip Limoncello Mike,” Jenn pointed out and added, “That’s what Amy and I plan on doing, I will be in in a bit.” After he left, Jenn and I chitchatted for a while as we watched the lights twinkling from Superior, ...

... Wisconsin across the lake. Superior was the twin to Duluth here at the head of the lake - thus the name, the Twin Ports. Jenn changed the tone of our conversation. “Are you seeing anyone Amy?” Jenn sounded concerned. “No, I am just not ready yet.” “Amy, it has been almost three years since Paul was killed in Afghanistan. He wouldn’t want to see you so alone,” Jenn comforted. “At least have you had any sex?” “God Jenn, how could I if I’m not seeing anyone?” I blurted out. “It not good Amy. You need a man in your life again. You are in your prime,” advised Jenn. “ You need to get your engine going again, girlfriend.” “I am not a Ferrari,” I pointed out. “Oh yes you are, Amy. Yes, you are.” ****** At breakfast, Mike gave us the weather forecast. “Clear skies, light NNW winds changing to SW 10-15 knots, seas at 1-2 feet,” Mike officially declared, as he adjusted a little blue captain’s hat. “It’s the perfect day!” We grabbed our bags, motored downtown, and raced over the famous Duluth Aerial Lift Bridge out onto Park Point where Bob’s sailboat rested in the marina. The “Aphrodite” was a beautiful C&C 115 with leather upholstery and a cherry wood interior. Mike loved showing us around the boat and pointed out the galley stocked with chilled prosecco, a wide variety of cheeses and cold meats, and shrimp. “Hmm, what a great ride this will on Superior,” I thought, “This is going to be going to be a great weekend.” Jenn and I sat up by the bow on big cushions as Mike started up the engine ...